Ming Zhitian watched as he nodded, and Cui Bai continued, "Do not underestimate this person. He achieved unparalleled swordsmanship at fourteen, and at sixteen, his peerless swordplay was invincible. At eighteen, he condensed his sword intent, transcending the realm of sword god to achieve selfless sainthood."
"It is said no one has ever seen his Jinghong Yi Jian, because most who do are dead. Our objective is to find him and persuade him to join us."
Ming Zhitian said, "So his swordsmanship..."
Cui Bai said, "It is the pinnacle of this world, claiming it is the first sword under heaven would not be an exaggeration."
...
Upon arriving at the summit of Qingfeng, Ming Zhitian couldn't help but ask, "Cui Bai, how can you be sure Jinghong Yi Jian is here?"
Cui Bai said, "Based on the information, Jinghong Yi Jian's personality is one of arrogance and aloofness, a sacred being not to be defiled. Therefore, I deduced he chose this place to reside, apart from all other directions."
Ming Zhitian said, "What if it's not here?"
Cui Bai said, "This place is sparsely populated, perpetually snow-covered and difficult to ascend. The biting cold from all directions makes living here undoubtedly an excellent choice."
The two immediately released their divine senses to search. From a thousand miles away, sensing outsiders probing him with divine senses, he angrily kicked out two snow daggers!
Thousand-Mile Flying Sword!
Cui Bai shouted, "Careful!"
Ming Zhitian spun and narrowly dodged. The two snow daggers struck the snow mountain, causing an avalanche! Yet the snow daggers remained undamaged, planted firmly in place.
Such mastery is truly a wonder of the ages!
Ming Zhitian said, "Such peculiar swords."
Cui Bai sweated, "This is Thousand-Mile Flying Sword."
"Thousand-Mile Flying Sword?" Ming Zhitian's pupils widened, "These are flying swords from a thousand miles away?"
Cui Bai said, "To be precise, they are snow swords, and they remained undamaged despite being buffeted by wind and snow along the way. Both their power and force were maintained perfectly. Tell me, can you achieve such a feat?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "Truly beyond mortal attainment."
Suddenly! Two more snow swords shot towards them! Ming Zhitian summoned his Chilong Magic Sword, "Qinghua Sword Art!"
Cui Bai also struck, "Laoyi Sword Art!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The two snow swords shattered and then turned to snow powder.
"That direction, pursue!"
Cui Bai and Ming Zhitian flashed away, quickly arriving a thousand miles away, and stopped at a simple snow thatched hut.
A sword howl burst from the snow hut!
A toothless greatsword swung forward!
"Careful!"
Ming Zhitian drew his sword first to block! Cui Bai reacted next, lending him a helping hand to narrowly resist the sharpness.
With their combined efforts, their two swords struck, and they managed to restrain the toothless greatsword.
A person flew out, standing on the toothless greatsword with hands behind his back, poised on a snowdrift. He wore simple cloth garments, thin and weathered.
The man in cloth looked at Ming Zhitian, his eyes holding an indescribable depth, "You are the fastest eyes I have ever seen."
Ming Zhitian, unwilling to be outdone, replied, "And you are the fastest sword I have ever seen."
The man in cloth asked, "Who are you?! What do you want with me?! If you cannot give me a satisfactory answer, leave your lives behind."
Cui Bai clasped his hands in greeting, "Junior Cui Bai, accompanied by the younger Ming Zhitian, have come to your esteemed presence. Are you, sir, Jinghong Yi Jian?"
The sword edge first appraised the two, "I am Jian Feng. What is your business?"
Without any effort, Cui Bai rejoiced, "Jian Feng, you are Jinghong Yi Jian? Excellent. Your junior is untalented, but I represent the Bushou Clan and request that you emerge from seclusion, Elder."